Fried Eggs

Fried eggs, the simple things
Fried eggs, when everything was great
Nothing’s in my way

No one ever followed through
I’m drifting now
Lonely days are nothing new
I can’t stop now
Oh, where do you come from?
And where do you go?

When we’re alone
Nothing’s in my way
Time goes on
Some people make mistakes in this world
(Away from all)

Where do you come from?
Where do you go?
I can’t feel it
Where do you go

Where do you come from?
Where do you go?
I can’t feel it

Us on the road, there’s nothing in this world
In the snow, there’s nothing in this world
Time goes on, there’s nothing in this world
That can deny us away from all